Starflies

[Kes Akiena]

Her sincere understanding was enough to bring a grateful and relieved smile to his face, and Kes closed his eyes for a few seconds as he basked in the warmth of her words. The two sat there for a brief moment as he finally lifted his eyes up to stare at her. Her kind eyes held no judgement or malice, and he lifted a hand from her thigh to run a gentle palm along her jawline, fingertips brushing her earlobe before tracing down to her chin. And then he inhaled deeply, her reassurance making the decision for him.

Both hands withdrew then, and slowly he lifted them to the top button of his shirt, methodically undoing it before moving on to the next. And then the third. With each button separated, the skin beneath was bared for her. Skin that was far from flawless. His chest and midsection held little - if any - hair. Instead was a smattering of old wounds and a hyperlane map of scars. Some small, others larger. The largest being the one that ran down his center until going to the side and around his waist to disappear behind his back.

He left the shirt to hang open, then finally shrugged it off. It was gathered gently and set on the caf table, and when he looked back at her, he couldn't help taking two of her hands into his own.

"Every one of your arms is beautiful, Mayael..."

Leaning in slowly, the redhead tenderly pressed his lips to hers for the barest of moments before pulling back ever-so-slightly to speak once more.

"You are beautiful," his voice was a low whisper, almost a hushed breath, and he went in again, feeling emboldened by her acceptance as he gathered her in his arms, his kiss deep and full of every ounce of emotion he could convey to her.

[Mayael Rakkamar]

His body was what she had expected; the body of a soldier. A crisscrossing network of scars and marks. More than she had expected, they seemed to move out in all directions, wrapping out of sight. It reminded her of some of the bodies of the pirates she had worked with. Horrible injuries. And yet Kes' body was different. There was a strength to it that she had not seen in some of the others. Despite his damage he was still the man he was. It must have taken incredible strength to be hurt so badly and not lose yourself in that pain. It was a beautiful thing to witness.

And she could not just sit back and look at it. She had a need and a desire to touch it.

Meeting his kiss again she pushed her full weight against him, forcing him back until she had enough room to stand using her many arms to simultaneously hold him and push herself up from the couch; taking him with her. She broke the kiss only to bite him on the chin as she moved her head away so she could look down at his chest. Her hands played across the space, tracing scar lines, running across the muscles of his arms, and feeling the curves of his body much the same as she had been exploring underneath her shirt. An amused smile never left her face for a moment, and she bit her lip as she felt the rough texture of the central scar and ran her hand down it's length. She followed it around his body until she was standing behind him. There were more scars here, and a set of shoulders are looked like they had once held the weight of the galaxy on them. Strong and worn.

Two of her arms draped over his shoulders and the other two came up underneath his arms to grab his chest, feeling for the scars and other textures of his body.

"You are perfect." She whispered into his ear before nibbling on it's lobe. Her lower dominant hand found the waist of his pants and slipped underneath.

[Kes Akiena]

Her touch was electric, those slender fingers delivering a jolting feeling of pleasure as they wandered over his scars, moving from his chest around to his back. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her explore his scars with her hands, the sensation like nothing he'd ever felt. To be accepted despite it all... Mayael was truly a woman who saw past the outer shell of a being and into the soul. It was this that made his chest rise in a deep inhalation, feeling her breath on his ear even as she surrounded him with her arms.

Her words washed over him like a comforting blanket, and the smile that came suddenly in reaction to her gentle nibble froze as he felt one of her hands slide further down. Her palm, so warm and sure of where it intended to go. It was enough to make him let out a gasp, and his shoulders seemed to square up, his head leaning back, the side of his face coming to rest against the side of hers. His eyes closed, and his hands shifted back to grab the sides of her hips, gripping tightly.

"Mayael," he whispered hoarsely, reveling in the feeling of her hold. Her scent filled his world, and he let out a sigh.

"... Gods... "

[Mayael Rakkamar]

No God here. Only me.

"Kes..." She whispered back, her mouth right on his ear. "...your body. So strong."

Her hand continued to move beneath the fabric of his pants; restricted in it's movements by the firmness of the cut and material. One of her upper hands stayed upon his shoulders; feeling and rubbing the muscles, occasionally finding a scar and tracing it's length. Her other upper arm dropped lower to join the other free hand in grabbing the front of the Commander's finely ironed trousers and feeling about until she figured out the mechanism of his belt and slipped it free. Releasing the restriction and opening the button at the top gave her much more space to maneuver below. Two hands exploring the depths of the man's very soul while the other two rejoined at the top; caressing his shoulders and chest.

"I feel your strength..."

One hand gripped, the other cupped. His body stiffened in response. She could feel his breath held in his chest. A giggle escaped her lips. She could not help it. His reaction was so pure. Like an overwhelmed Gallaze caught in the headlights.

"I have two more hands, still..."

They slid down his chest, threatening to join the others below.

[Kes Akiena]

Her exploration of his body coalesced at one point, and he would've been a fool to stop her. For but a few exquisite minutes he felt his body meld into hers, feeling as though they both inhabited the same headspace. Of course, her ministrations only drove his own desire to hear her own soft sighs. Her lyrical voice he could only imagine would be the sweetest sound when pleasured in the same manner that she was currently showering upon him. It was a lightning rod of intention that seemed to build within him as she continued to stroke him with particular tenderness.

Her breath on his ear was intoxicating, and he twisted just enough so that their lips could meet in a gentle kiss that lingered, slowly growing in passion.

It was when her hands seemed to pause that he used the chance to fully turn his body, pressing his chest against hers. His arms crushed her to him, his more-than-obvious erection pushing against the confines of his partially undone trousers and against her own leather pants.

Her arms were a comfort, her very touch the salve that he'd never known he'd needed.

A forward press, and he pinned her against a wall, both hands sliding up her sides, to the bottom edge of her shirt. Both palms slipped in beneath the trim, his thumbs remaining out so that his motions brought the brightly-colored garment up. Over her arms, and finally over her head. Just before it cleared the top however, he paused. It obscured her vision, acting as a blindfold, and with a teasing grin that she couldn't see, he darted in to deliver a nibble to the underside of her jaw.

One hand still held the shirt, and the other slid down the length of her chest. He lingered at one nipple, then the other before continuing his southward trajectory. And just as she had done, his fingers swiftly undid the top clasp of her pants before smoothly sliding further down.

She was warm, and with his tongue trailing along her collarbone, he rested his palm over her mound, two fingers caressing over her outer folds before venturing deeper.